B.G. - He Used 2 Be a Man lyrics

Oh you gonna be trippin' bout
This busta ass nigga

When he was on the streets
He used to jack niggas
Ran around the project toting the mac nigga
He had niggas tip had em breaking him off
He had niggas clearing the block
When it got dark
Now everybody thought that this
Nigga was real
But anybody holding a gun can kill
If niggas was on the block
They ran when he came
He used to walk on the set
And rob the dice game
This nigga was a dog out here in that world
Now he got to the pen and turned the girl
He walking like a bitch
This nigga here twistin'
The bitch even sittin' down
Now when he pissin' he hugged up with a man
On the wall tongue kissin'
He family fucked up they don't even go visit
Now that's the difference between
Jail and the streets with a gun you a killa
Without it you're a thrilla

When you was on the streets you was a solja
And then you got fucked when
You went to Angola
You hit the fucking wall with
All that mouthin' off
And then you showed fear when you
Got round them big dogs

When you was on the streets you was a solja
And got turned out when you went to Angola
You hit the fucking wall with
All that mouthin' off
And showed your true colors when you
Got round them big dogs

This nigga used to catch ballas
Slippin' and jack em
This nigga used to catch bad
Bitches and mack em
He used to serve niggas work out
Of town and tax em
He used to take hit's walk up
On niggas and wack em
This nigga here name used to carry weight
Nigga passed with they head down
Couldn't look in his face
This nigga used to act a fool with a 44
Now he in the pen getting' shot in his go go
I had a feeling without that
Strap he was a hoe
Now it came out he done got that lifetime Joe
Damn that's somethin' niggas is a trip
They don't open they lip if they
Ain't got a full clip
Shit never changed doing the same thang
On the streets ya bout it
In that place you're a jing-a-ling
With a gat you a man
Nowadays your with out it
You needed to be bout it
Cause you soft than soap powder

When you walking up the street
With that heat ya creepin'
When you walking down the walk
That pink ya sweppin'
When ya standin' over a nigga with
That k you a dog
When you getting' that dick from
The back you're a broad
You was a man puttin'
Niggas under white sheets
Now that g-string up your ass you
The beauty of the week
Nigga told ya that out that
Here doing that crime
Take it like a man you get
Popped then you get that time
You sayin' that you cool and
You can handle it
Before you got upstate you barely
Ate in the parish you ain't got a gun now
Ain't even got a knife
You had two charges whodi fuck a fight
You can't take a ass whooping
Ya weaker than weak now ya getting your ass
Rubbed down with grease
You're a clown nobody feels
Sorry on the block
Ya got get it how ya live in that cell block